Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/127

DAVE'S BUSINESS "Oh, some time ago. I don't remember just when."

Which was, really, exactly true.

"When do you expect her back?"

I just shakes my head, like I'd say I don't know, but leaving him to read it "Never," if he liked. You just couldn't tell them fellows everything.

"Was she your daughter?"

"Ach, no!" says I, real hearty.

"Any relation?"

"No relation at all," says I. "Just a caller."

"Oh!" says they. "A caller!" and laughs.

Well—that's nearly so. I meant visitor.

"There were only two men in your family a while ago," says the officer to me. "Where—who is the other one?"

"The other one?" I laughs. "Why, Dave, of course."

"Who's Dave?"

"Dave? My boy."

"Where did he come from?"

"Virginia," says I. 111